I unbuttoned my jeans to give myself some relief from the pain pounding in my balls. I slipped my hand into my underwear, groaning at the amount of precum leaking from me. I’d never been so wet. Palming my shaft, I rocked up and down, telling myself I’d just do it for a second, because I needed to get out of there, but the more I touched myself, the more of my fantasy of being with her I allowed into my mind. I’d spent so long pretending this was a job, a promise to a dead friend, a debt owed, but it was so much more than that. And now she was here, in front of me, there was no denying I was obsessed with this woman.
My hand moved faster as I imagined her top riding up, giving me a view of her breasts, her nipples hard. Then, I allowed myself to fantasise about her legs falling open, her wet pussy glistening as she begged me to fuck her. Sliding inside her tight walls, her cunt dripping with need… her cries as she came.
I didn’t realise I was gripping my cock, my hips thrusting desperately until an orgasm ripped through me, and it took every ounce of willpower not to make a sound, which seemed to intensify the sensation. Cum covered my hand and T-shirt, my chest heaving; my need growing from a forest fire to an inferno, incinerating my restraint, and I wasn’t sure how to regain control.
9
HANA
“Well,I’m glad you’re still alive,” I declared, refilling Amber’s mug with fresh coffee as she inhaled the waffles Chef had made her.
“Sorry. I’m a shit friend. But in my defence, I was busy.”
I leaned forward so no one else could hear our conversation. “Doing what?”
She lifted her eyes from her plate, a smile curling her lips as a blush flooded her cheeks. “Jarrid.”
“When did he leave?”
She glanced at the clock on the wall. “About an hour ago.”
Spluttering, I put the coffeepot down. “He stayed until this morning. You do know it’s Monday, right?”
She wiggled her brows. “Ireallylike him. He’s… God, I’ve never met anyone like him.”
“Do you know anything about him?”
“I know he knows what he’s doing in the bedroom. What else do I need to know?”
I placed my hand over hers. “Be careful, yeah?” I knew I hardly knew Amber, but I’d not had many friends in my life, and I liked that she was an added bonus to me moving here.
“Promise. And what happened with you when you left?”
I rolled my eyes, trying not to think about the giant man who stepped out of the shadows like he’d been following me the entire time. My brain screamed to be wary around him, but my intuition told me he was a good guy, and my pussy, well, she couldn’t be trusted at this point because shereallyliked how Roman Black looked and how he made her feel. “Roman appeared and insisted on giving me a lift home.”
She coughed as she choked on her food. “Roman Black gave you a lift home?”
“Is that so weird?”
“Roman Black. I mean, he’s only been in town five minutes, but the consensus is he’s a walking red flag. He picked you up and took you home?”
“Yep.”
“And did you invite him in?”
I shook my head. “No. Why would I?”
“Well, I’ve met my giant, muscly man who can fling me over his shoulder, but if I hadn’t, Roman Black… oof. He’s so hot and unobtainable, which makes him even hotter.”
“Unobtainable? He seems to be everywhere, so I’m not sure that’s true.”
She tapped her index finger on her lips. “I think the giant stranger has a crush on the new girl.”
I picked up a towel from the side and flicked it at her, deliberately missing. “I mean, he is hot, but men never want me.”
She paused with a forkful of waffle halfway to her mouth. “You’re stunning. What do you mean, men never want you?”
I shrugged, noticing a group of what looked like tourists entering and taking a seat at one of the larger tables. “I never get a second date. It’s been like that for years.”
